Mapleine

The sun was just beginning to rise over the Kafila pack's territory, casting a warm golden glow across the dew-kissed grass. Mapleine, her sap-colored fur glistening in the light, was crouched low beside a patch of vibrant wildflowers, her nose twitching with excitement. Today was the day she would impress Sylvia with her newfound knowledge of herbs!

"Alright, Mapleine," she muttered to herself, flipping through the patch of herbs. "What do we have here? Ah, yes! The Golden Sunflower! Known for its healing properties and… wait, is that a squirrel?"

Her attention was suddenly diverted by a cheeky little squirrel darting across her path, its tiny paws clutching an acorn. Mapleine rolled her eyes, a smirk forming on her lips. "Hey, buddy! You're not supposed to be the star of the show today!"

Just then, Sylvia appeared, her silver fur shimmering in the morning light. "Talking to squirrels again, Mapleine? I thought we were focusing on herbs, not woodland gossip," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.